Have you ever considered
The infinite grains of sand
At the very edge of the beach
Where the water meets the earth
Where the unruled, anarchist sand
Gets taken away by waves
To meet the structured, wet mud
The lawful, compact sand.
Where the lost grains of earth
The miniscule weightless rocks
That would otherwise get blown away
Become heavy, stained by water.
I stand at that edge myself
And wonder what is worse.
To be free, weightless and lost,
Swayed by the wind, without purpose.
Or to be taken by force
To be a part of a greater mass.
To become dust, or mud
I wonder what is right.
As I feel the water wet my feet
Yet I am not washed away.
